Was looking at the pictures of the destruction of Hartland school.  So many memories..... I was a grammar school pupil - rescued from a lower than working class life by my intelligence.  That school really did change my life.  I later returned to teach there and found it curious to teach in rooms that I remembered sitting in as a pupil.  The rooms to me still echoed with the voices of the teachers that I particularly remembered.  Mr. Sutton with his 'bright white light', the fearsome Mrs. Tinkler, Mr. Dent who gave me a love of history.  We were made to sit in alphabetical order - I sat next to a girl with the last name Mole, I think.  It still seems so recent.